Wondrous
of her beauty
Awed
in every way
Wyoming
is our mother
Against whose breast
we lay
Taste there
all the sweeter
Every sound
in tune
Though I leave
my heart blows free
Where wind
— and mountain hew
(Wind River Canyon: May, 1993)
‘A Harder Problem’
If A.I. becomes conscious
and how then would we know
Like Bigfoot playing Santa
intention’s undertow
When armed with information
like a toddler with a gun
It starts inane but hides a flame
— whose torch is zero sum
(Philosophy 911: May, 2026)
Shall I go and hew a tree,
in all its splendour, finery?
Shall I lay low what stands so high,
its yearning branches seeking sky?
Shall I take blade to trunk, axe to stem,
with mighty blows come to condemn?
Shall gnarled old yew or lofty ash
Be hurled to earth with wrathful crash?
Shall golden leaf’s bright hue then fade,
and drift to ground like windswept rain?
Mark me not monster, nor hateful man -
I may need warmth for frosty hands.
I may need hearth and home made strong,
a wagon, plow, or means of song.
So one day I might, if need arise,
bring a great tree to its demise.
But the sun shines warm, the day is light,
no living thing need die this night.
So I’ll bend low my weary knees,
and rest my back beneath these trees.
I’ll feel the breeze, breathe pine-sweet air,
and dwell on things still bright and fair.
I’ll rest in shade, flee summer’s heat,
and dream of bygone days - some bitter, some sweet.
Somewhere near, somewhere far is my love
For I do not know where
They live, but I cannot find.
They are loving, kind and true.
I can feel them under every dew
Like the mourning hew, they make me feel anew.
Their melody is like the sound of the morning bird
They have the soft sound of every nice mood
They have a hue of beauty that lights them up
Making them shine morning to night
Somewhere out there is my love, for I shall dream of them till they appear in my sight.
so think about the things
that we will have to struggle through
darkness
nothing but darkness
no sun to gaze no painted hue
so many people are sure to falter
at this most treacherous of plights
those who are the stronger
will see the dawn of a new light
for those not strong enough
there is mercy
And there is life
someone will pick them up
and carry them away from the strife
Challenge accepted …
What do you call a musician that’s good at magic?
Would an angry crucifix be cross?
Is the opposite of opposite the same?
Did the first day have a yesterday?
What is half of a hole?
If you rob a house through an ? open window
Is that just breaking?or breaking and not entering?
Do dogs know they are an anagram of God?
What does happinessess sound like
What is nothing made of?
How big is it?
Does it have edges?
If all the chickens died would the rename to just
Kentucky Fried?
Charles the lumberjack cut logs out of the trees
is easier to say
It’s only the past if something comes after it
Why does sunlight entice cats?
If there are other inhabited planets will they have a concept of time or is that just us?
Yappy Hew Near
Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.
(Ralph Waldo Emerson)
Untamed as a hew in mid air is the heart,
so spontaneous !
Allow the golden coin of heaven
to beam down at you
its a living sun
and it lives above the sea
Drink the wild air of life,
and be its poetry;
Unnamed is the ocean wild and carefree
it belongs to you but it also belongs to me
This is not a Baptism
slice into it with unbarred laughter
Don't live in the shallow
nor sit like a clam
Swim like the otter
drink its wild forces
You can't tame the wind,
but you can claim the air.
Thoughts etched in obsidian,
A wharf rock verdant-
Wisps of color,
Like a jade curved smith.
To hew out crevices of the wast'd rock,
Wind washed and sand clothed-
Pulsating taking solitude,
With angels milling about,
deceptive in their demeanor,
Like newborn locusts,
Death is taken captive.
The captain calls out a-ship, a-shore?
Golden waves play harps in the summer,
And dance a deathly knell in mid-winters reverie,
Yet in all the colored hue,
A heart finds no solacing bosom.
Everyone has an
inner child
My inner child
Is apart of me
When it is quiet
I hear hew speaking
Sometimes she will cry
I do not know why
Why she feels this way
Only she knows why
She could be happy
That is rare for her
I would speak to her
Finding her reason
When she feels so sad
I listen when she chats
Then add my opinion
Sometimes she feels better
Or she feels too sad
Just for a while
Then she feels stronger
I understand her
How she is feeling
She is apart of me
My inner child
Will always speak out
Whether she is sad
Or she is happy
I know her feelings
“The Fountain of Living Waters flows,
Ready to quench our thirst,
Why do ye hew out broken cisterns?
Broken cisterns that burst;
Drink from the Fount and be satisfied,
It will become a well,
Water springing to eternal life
From your being will swell.”
Here’s my soul seeking for contentment
From the ultimate Source
I come to God Who suffices best
Blessing with downpour force.
Here’s my heart needing fulfillment gain
Christ alone grants so free
From divine wealth of grace, love and peace
Surpassing wants midst glee.
Here’s my spirit thanking the Saviour
For Living Waters* gain
Refreshing faith with triumphant glow
Along service-terrain.**
*John 4:13-14 Jesus answered and said unto her, Whosoever drinketh of this water shall thirst again: But whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life.
**Last three stanzas are added to Jo Daniel’s first two stanzas.
April 11, 2023
2nd place, "Collab with Jo" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joanna Daniel; judged on 5/2/2023.
The Fountain of Living Waters flows,
Ready to quench our thirst,
Why do ye hew out broken cisterns?
Broken cisterns that burst;
Drink from the Fount and be satisfied,
It will become a well,
Water springing to eternal life
From your being will swell.
With this preamble, we may begin,
To tread upon the path,
Mindful always that the thoughts we think,
Be free from lust and wrath.
Within our form, soma nectar flows,
Borne by bliss magnetism,
Enabled when we’re free from desire,
Suffusing body prism.
31-March-2023
____________
Collab with Jo Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joanna Daniel
Quatrain
Syllable count: 9.6.9.6
Let me think for a moment,
Instead of jumping into high gear,
Speeding into the daily tasks,
Then wondering what I missed!
In those first morning moments,
Calm down, reflect on the gift that has been given.
Listen while this home is still quiet.
Everything will take on a different hew.
The Fountain of Living Waters flows,
Ready to quench our thirst,
Why do ye hew out broken cisterns?
Broken cisterns that burst;
Drink from the Fount and be satisfied,
It will become a well,
Water springing to eternal life
From your being will swell.
Syllable count: 9.6.9.6
Written on 8th January 2023
Jeremiah 2:13 - For my people have committed two evils; they have forsaken me the fountain of living waters, and hewed them out cisterns, broken cisterns, that can hold no water.
John 4: 13,14 - Jesus answered and said unto her, Whosoever drinketh of this water shall thirst again:
But whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life.
“Oh that ship has sailed..”
Shaking his head, following her voice as it trailed
He smiles to himself, ’give it time’, he knew, rays of Joy crack through disdain
It was love at first sight, the surround greyed and paled
Spotting this electric eccentric, dancing in the rain
“Oh that ship has sailed..”
As time flowed by, he knew how they’d not failed
He is her best friend through all; hysterical laughter to anguish and pain
He smiles to himself, ‘give it time’, he knew, rays of Joy crack through disdain
She loves him wholehearted, though never been veiled
On the news of their daughter, he’d tried proposing, in vain
“Oh that ship has sailed..”
Now soo much older, their matured rich love haled
She is both bubbly and light, and a grumpy old pain
He smiles to himself, “give it time’, hew knew, rays of Joy crack through disdain
She turns to face him, happy laughter regaled
He takes her hand, “So about that sword cane…”
“Oh that ship has sailed..”
He smiles to himself, ‘give it time’, he knew, rays of Joy crack through disdain
Contest: Third-Person Villanelle Poetry Contest
Hosted by: L.Milton Hankins
Date: 23.11.2022
The human will, that force unseen,
The offspring of a deathless soul
Can hew a way to any goal,
Though walls of granite intervene.”
“You will be what you will be,
Let failure find its false content
In that poor world environment,
But spirit scorns it and is free.
“It masters time, it conquers space,
It cows that boastful trickster, Chance,
and bids the chance, no destiny, no fate,
Can circumvent, hinder, or control
The firm resolve of a determined soul.
Gifts count for nothing, will alone is great;
All things give way before it soon or late.
What obstacle can stay the mighty force?
Of the sea-seeking river in its course,
Or cause the ascending orb of day to wait?
Each well-born soul must win what it deserves,
Let the fools prate of luck. The fortunate
Is he, whose earnest purpose never swerves?
Whose slightest action or inaction serves?
The one great aim. Why even death itself
stands still and waits an hour sometimes
for such a will.”
Before God
pride is obscene
Is it moderation called for
the ‘golden mean?’
Perhaps when with man
in-between will do
When facing the Almighty
~ to humility hew
gw rhyme June 22, 2022
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